A boy sat alone
with books by his side,
in between shelves
and out of the eye.

His thick glasses hung low
and his face wet with tears.
He'd spent all of high school
hidden in fear.

He always looked back
when he walked home from class
and slept with all the lights on.

He locked the door
and hid from his parents.
They yelled and they screamed.
Arguing every day
and always the boy wished
someone would take his life away.

I met a boy today,
similar to me,
with hopeful eyes and yellow teeth.

He looked like death,
smelled like it too.
With skin made of gray
and hair that flew.

A mind made of magic,
graced with such life.
Soul of beauty
and a backstory,
tragic.

He fell in love,
with a girl from the sea.
His heart was a lock
and her's was the key.

He slipped
and he slipped
until he drown,
dead.

The auburn girl burned still in his head.

We met
and I felt
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You broke me
and now I'm struggling to
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Punch me,
kick me.
Scream at me in color.
A kaleidoscope of reds and blues swirl around my eyes.
Mute the tones.
I won't speak.
Put a filter on it
and pretend you loved me.